A song I wrote.
Well I’m tired of tearing up myself
I’m done with all the fun shit you do
Been breathing from under an ocean
And I’m dying to forget about you
Tell me something, one thing you bring
To a king who wears a mask as a crown
Give me a reason for
My pride of glass that shattered on the floor
And you can be the freight train
I’ll be tied to the tracks
When everything is nothing
I won’t be there to react
It’s safe to say you wouldn’t have stayed
It was only a matter of time
No I wouldn’t ever change for you
Cause you keep committing petty crimes
And you can be the freight train
I’ll be tied to the tracks
When everything is nothing
I won’t be there to take you back
I won’t be there to take you back
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